Page 278 of Bad for Me

At the end of class, she stood at her seat as Trevor openly flirted with her. I didn't like him, but I didn’t much like his father either, even if he was a colleague. The only thing that didn't have me walking over and smashing his head into the table was she wasn't returning his advances. She gathered her things, glancing at me occasionally.

She slowly walked down toward my desk and stopped in the front of the room.

I placed my papers and books into my messenger bag, trying to make it seem like I wasn't eavesdropping.

“Trevor, I need to talk to Professor Murphy.” She reached out and briefly touched his arm. “I’ll see you at the next class.”

My eyes met hers. Trevor huffed, and I heard his footsteps outside of the room.

“Miss Davis?” I asked, not worried about my accent, as I picked my bag and started toward the door. She followed.

“I wasn't able to get notes from yesterday.”

I opened the door and nodded for her to go ahead of me.

She blushed at the gesture.

I stopped and opened up my bag, grabbing the paper I'd intentionally left on top.

“Everything okay, Miss Davis?”

“Yes, sir.”

My cock twitched as those words rolled off her tongue. I couldn't wait to have her beautiful mouth wrapped around it, but I wasn't ready to reveal myself just yet.

I handed the paper to her. When she went to grab it, our hands touched, and her eyes darted up to mine.

“These are my lecture notes. It should be more than you need.”

Still holding the paper, I caught the slight increase of her breathing. “Thank you.”

I smiled as she took the paper and slipped it into her textbook. I stood there, the cool breeze brushing against my face as she started to walk away.

“Miss Davis?”

She turned and cocked her head.

“Make sure you behave yourself.” I smirked, enjoying watching her.

Her gaze lingered for a moment, but then smiled before she turned and walked away.

“I'm surprised she's walking today.” Drew gripped my shoulder as he came up behind me.

“She wasn't given much of a choice but to be in class.” I shrugged and headed toward the stairs that led up to the offices.

He followed me. “Oliver, we have some grumbling that you're not sharing.”

I unlocked my office door and went straight to my desk, dropping my bag in a nearby chair. Drew sat in a chair on the other side of the desk.

“Who gives a bloody fuck?” I replied, taking a seat and running my hand through my hair.

“I just wanted to warn you.”

I shrugged. They could all suck it. They weren’t getting her.

“She's not the first to be claimed right away, so they can get over their bloody selves.”

He chuckled.

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